The Fourth Fascist (with Hot Buttered Bland)

Here's my second collaboration with Hot Buttered Bland. He kindly asked me to sing on an amazing little rock song he wrote. I based the lyrics on chapter 10 of Hemingway's "For Whom The Bell Tolls." For any who haven't read it, the chapter tells the tale of the revolutionaries taking back a village from the fascists during the first days of the Spanish Civil War. The village is set on a cliff 300 feet above a river. To save bullets, they force the fascists off the cliff one by one. The song is about the death of the fourth fascist, the cowardly Don Faustino.

Music by Hot Buttered Bland
Vocal by Zachary Friederich

Here's the part where it starts to get ugly, after the Don Ricardo indignity
Out the door with the yellow Faustino, now that the mob has a taste for the roja
For a second there he looked quite handsome, that was before his little bit of hightailing
What's the matter, yellow Don Faustino? Oh, you look a wee peaked, now don't you?
And you have yet to see the head of the toro
And then he fell to his knees and he began to weep
Oh, you have never seen a sight and you never will for the rest of your life
What are you waiting for, Don Faustino?
Don't you know that heaven is flush with women
And you ain't seen the big bull yet
The way down the line, not a hand did rise
He grasped the grass and then he cried, "no mas"
With a swift push they threw him over the cliff
And his screams went high as if they might somehow pull him back over the wall